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MY FIRST POST

 MY FIRST POST !!!!!!!


Wow ! I feel like I should be really nervous putting this up, but really I'm laying awkwardly on my bed writing this. I put the exclamation marks after "my first post" to in a way make myself feel more excited.
  The idea of blogging has always been quite funny to me. I had always thought that a person would have to be reeeeaally conceited or egocentric to sit and decide to start blogging(like what do you think you know) .That thing that makes you want to just take pictures, write stuff(sometimes boring) , make videos etc, and just put them online and begin to solicit for readers ,is a thing I have not quite understood. I've always thought about what bloggers do after a post, I mean do they wait at their laptops, tablets, phones like a man whose wife is in delivery, and when you see a comment do you feel good, validated,heard ????. Anyway I guess I'll know now,lol
I recently started actually paying attention to blogs and I realised they are not just self validating vessels, but they are effective tools of knowledge and help. Most bloggers don't post just for the comments or shares or likes but they post to spread knowledge , to find people just like themselves , in a way blogs are peoples voices , they are telling you hey "this is what I'm going through , do you understand me " hey " do you need help , I can help" , doesn't matter if it is style , cooking , politics , entertainment, personal stories or art , it's just all about help and knowledge.
Now to me , I didn't write anything about myself or what this blog will focus on, cause I really don't know what to write. LET IT UNRAVEL.

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